Lyrics:
and black smoke we rolled on
Down into the valley where the beast has his throne
I sing my song and I sharpen my blade
Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible
and black smoke we rolled on
Down into the valley where the beast has his throne
I sing my song and I sharpen my blade
Honey, I'm the hunter of invisible
moving
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Dark clouds shroud without a sign
The sigil of death are marked on the hunters brows
Blue beams emitted from
When you're absolute beginners, it's a panoramic view
From her majesty Mount Zion, and the kingdom is for you
When you tumble upon that valley
second in the garden
Then they felt it each and every day
So draw back your bows you hunters
Who have never felt that plain
All the absolute beginners
weaves time and cannot wait,
I then am both hunter and hunted,
beyond the garden gate.
The knife be sharp, the knife be blunted,
yet still I strike,
bold
In the valley of the Rio Grande is a brown eyed Mexican maiden I want to see
In the valley of the Rio Grande in a garden of roses she said she'd wait
She's got me under her spell
Oh, my girl down in the valley
She really makes me swell
She lives down in the valley
Where the bounty hunters dwell
The Hunters
[Wounded Deer]
Eyes surrounding me
Blades are all around
Traps are set to inveigle me
Well I'd better believe
There's no way out
Dangers
Just like a spider in the web with its flies
Down through the forest of the Aare-Valley
A hunter, a vagabond of the lies
From Solothurn to Huttwil
I'm out that Mo, and I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Ridegmont, Ridgegate, Ride Gate, Provilla
Chasewood, Hunters Glenn y'all are all my niggaz
Pt.1: Thorns Of Creation
New light has formed, from the darkness torn
Of dust and sand, mankind is born
Our garden evergreen, it's flowers, so
the garden gate
Down in the little green valley
When I get back again, how happy she will be.
And by a little babbling brook, once more we'll wander
And in
Plateau
With the government men and the hunters and the dudes
And the leaders of the business world
Yea, Rayburn Crane was a packhorse man
I hear a mockingbird down in the little green valley
He's singing out a song of welcome just for me
And someone waits by the garden gate
Down in
I hear a mockingbird down in the little green valley
He's singing out a song of welcome just for me
And someone waits by the garden gate
Down in
I hear a mockingbird down in the little green valley
He's singing out a song of welcome just for me
And someone waits by the garden gate
Down in
the rabbit endless things to save the hunter's mission
But most of all, I picked the city flower without permission
Like a loom your wooden groom was
Valley Boy
Yeah, all these pussy hoes, I don't fuck with those
Bitch, I'm from the Valley, got the Chi town in my flows
Got the automatic, out
A blue moon glows frosty echoes of darkness
Casting abandoned foresight onto my blank canvas
Remnants of my doubt roam the valley of shadows
A rough
by the bay
Wailua river valley is where I used to play
The canyons of Waimea standing all aglow
The magic of the garden isle is calling me back home
Dead flowers in my orange garden
Red flames burn my blue soul
So.. where ...I ...
So where I go .
Midnight and can't sleep thinking about
LILLY:
A man who came to my valley,
A man I hardly knew,
A man who came to my garden
Grew to love me.
ARCHIBALD:
A girl I saw in the valley,
A girl
A man who came to my valley
A man I hardly knew
A man who came to my garden
Grew to love me
A girl I saw in a valley
A girl I hardly knew
A girl
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